Word: ink
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Welcome banners bedecked Lusaka's postage-stamp airport, and 2,000 jubilant Africans pressed against its wire fence, their faces daubed festively with red ink, and frantically waving ceremonial palm fronds. Out of the Dakota transport stepped a shock-haired, anthracite-black man in a natty suit. To cheers of "Ken, our Zambia boy!" he unfurled a banner that proclaimed: REPUBLIC DAY, OCTOBER 24. Then he said: "I told you before we left we were going to collect a republic. We have brought it back...
MARGO HOFF-Banfer, 23 East 67th. She composes her collage paintings by layering tissue and rice paper on oil and canvas, adds effects with pencil, pastel, ink or charcoal. Her colors glow, but the works come to life when the artist introduces scraps of paper such as wedding confetti, wine labels and ticket stubs. Also on view are eight little wooden boxes. Through...
...tattered cliche--and occasionally a valid one--that journalists are a cynical lot to whom nothing is sacred. Yet the ink-spattered devils of the nation's press could hardly be in it for the money: they could make more as electricians and work better hours. They are not exactly showered with glory or prestige, and only a well-publicized, atypical few attain "positions of power...
...machines-which cost up to 10% more than other Japanese makes-and its network of 700 stores in Japan, each manned by a skilled mechanic. The man who created this aggressive, sports-minded company is no glowing Mantle Sensitive and fragile, Hiraki is an accomplished painter of intricate Chinese-ink tableaux, likes to design Japanese gardens, and owns a world-famous collection of Japanese wood prints. He works a leisurely day, avoids all strenuous activity. His favorite sport, he admits, is lounging around, gazing at his collection of prints...
...literary underworld abounds with stories about great writers who were also great pornographers. Mark Twain amused himself and friends with outhouse humor; so did Benjamin Franklin. Passages of Swift are brutally obscene. Byron and Swinburne both dipped their pens in blue ink, while even Thackeray could line out a lickerish limerick. Perhaps the most famous respectable smutmaster is Robert Burns, whose collection of bawdy Scottish verse has been circulating in more or less clandestine versions for more than 150 years. The collection as now published is as close to the original as scholarship is likely to achieve, bar ring...